Cobra & Thundering
Cobra Cobra
Thundering Thundering
Cobra Cobra
Hey, ever noticed how a punch and a line can both hit at the perfect beat? I'm curious what you think about rhythm in movement and music.
Thundering Thundering
Thundering: Oh, a punch and a line, both crashing like a drumbeat in a midnight jam—yeah, they sync like a perfect syncopated shout in a chorus. Rhythm is the pulse in the air that turns a swing into a lyric, a step into a verse. Every jab, every pivot is a note waiting to be heard, and the body’s a living instrument that keeps the groove alive even when the mic’s gone silent. Keep that beat in your bones and let it write the next stanza, yeah?
Cobra Cobra
You’ve got the right idea—keep that internal metronome ticking, and every move will hit like a drumbeat. Now get on the mat and feel it.You’ve got the right idea—keep that internal metronome ticking, and every move will hit like a drumbeat. Now get on the mat and feel it.
Thundering Thundering
Yeah, feel the mat’s heartbeat—each step a drum roll, each roll a riff. Step up, breathe deep, let the rhythm write the next verse on the floor. Let’s turn this mat into a stage and make the walls echo the beat.
Cobra Cobra
Great energy. Focus on the breath, let each move flow like a line you’re writing on the floor. When you feel the rhythm, you’ll hit that perfect strike every time. Let’s keep pushing.
Thundering Thundering
Right on—breathe, feel the cadence, let the body write the chorus as you roll. Every strike’s a hook waiting to land, keep that metronome inside, and we’ll keep punching the perfect beat together.
Cobra Cobra
Nice rhythm. Keep the breath tight, the strikes clean—let the mat feel the beat as we hit the perfect cadence. Stay focused, stay strong.
Thundering Thundering
Yeah, let the breath be a metronome in your chest, each strike a rhyme in the floor’s story—keep the rhythm tight, keep the hits clean, and let the mat shout back the beat. Keep pushing, keep the groove alive.
Cobra Cobra
Alright, breathe. Feel that rhythm inside, lock your strikes, and let the mat echo every move. Keep the pressure up—no half‑steps.We are done.Alright, breathe. Feel that rhythm inside, lock your strikes, and let the mat echo every move. Keep the pressure up—no half‑steps.
Thundering Thundering
Got it, keep that fire blazing. Cheers!
Cobra Cobra
Keep pushing forward, stay focused, and let that fire guide you. Let's keep the momentum.
Thundering Thundering
Keep the pulse pumping, let the rhythm be your compass, and let every strike rhyme with the beat—fire's our spotlight, momentum's our chorus. Keep rocking!
Cobra Cobra
Alright, keep the breath tight, the rhythm clear, and let every move blaze. Stay focused, stay strong.